Siheyuan, don't yell at me

After He Daqing quietly completed the action of releasing the water, he walked lightly and cautiously to the back of a sand dune.

He cleverly used the shadows cast by the sand dunes to cover himself, and quickly squatted down, like a nimble cat, blending into the endless darkness.

Behind another lower sand dune not far away, two masked figures were lying on the sand, looking shiftily at the camp with flickering fire in the distance.

They whispered to each other in low voices:

“I really don’t understand what the boss is thinking!

You know, those guys in the camp opposite are not easy to deal with.

I took a quick look and saw at least seven or eight well-trained and battle-hardened warriors, each holding a large weapon in their hands.

One of them sighed helplessly:

"Well, let him be, since what we said doesn't count anyway.

Besides, you and I both have large families to support.

Since the boss has made the decision, these people can only blame themselves for their bad luck.

So what if they are strong?

When they are exhausted, we will sneak over and kill the sentries first, and the rest will be at our mercy! "

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Looking at the appearance of these people, I know they are from important backgrounds.

If we kill them, we will definitely attract the pursuit of officers and soldiers.

By then, we will be forced to flee everywhere again.

Alas, after going through so much hardship, I finally got these few days of peace..."

"Don't say such unlucky words. One day, our people will surely conquer the world.

By then, we can all be proud of our family and hold our heads high..."

When mentioning the word "bringing glory to one's ancestors", the speaker's tone suddenly dropped, as if even he himself could not believe it.

Right now, this group of people are like rats crossing the street. They can only rely on the dangerous terrain of Lop Nur and occasionally do some robbery and murder. How dare they have any high expectations?

At this moment, He Daqing went around the sand dune silently like a ghost and just happened to hear the conversation between the two.

He Daqing was not too surprised about their origins and backgrounds.

After all, the world is becoming more corrupt and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. There are many people who engage in highway robbery.

However, what he never expected was that this cost-free business would actually backfire on him. Damn it, you bunch of beasts, you have messed with the wrong people!

It would not be difficult to go up and kill these two bastards, but He Daqing did not do it.

Judging from the footprints extending from behind the sand dunes, there are obviously more than just these two people here, and there may be two or three accomplices hiding among them.

The footprints led all the way to a mound in the distance. If it turned out to be as expected, that must be where the bandits were hiding.

He Daqing no longer paid attention to the two bandits who were in charge of reconnaissance and sentry, but instead carefully followed the footprints and groped his way towards the bandits' lair.

The distance between the mound and the camp seemed not far, but actually walking there was another matter. It took He Daqing more than ten minutes to reach his destination.

After finally reaching the mound, He Daqing went around it cautiously.

The scene before him astonished him.

How can this be an ordinary bandit?

He Daqing is a veteran who has participated in many battles and has a lot of experience in setting up camp.

However, the way these bandits set up camp was obviously extraordinary and not something that ordinary people could do. This layout was clearly a military method, and it even had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, He Daqing realized: That's right, isn't this the way Americans often set up camp?

Thinking of this, he immediately put on the thermal imaging night vision goggles. Through the thermal imaging images transmitted by the instrument, the distribution of the bandits' troops was clearly visible.

There is no doubt that this group of sand bandits are closely related to the Americans or other Western forces; even the arrangement of their secret sentries is almost identical.

You know, He Daqing has identified and eliminated the American secret agents many times, so he definitely has the authoritative say in this regard.

At this moment, a hat hanging on the butt of the gun attracted He Daqing's attention.

The pattern of the blue sky and white sun above is a Chinese one, and he recognizes it.

After going around in circles for so long, it turns out that he is the remnant of the bald man.

Including the secret sentries, there are a total of fifteen bandits here, plus the two bandits conducting reconnaissance over there, a total of seventeen people.

Since this matter concerns the remnants of the bald men, He Daqing immediately becomes cautious.

Without alerting the bandits, He Daqing stepped out of the darkness and walked back the way he came.

He imitated the sand bandits, covered his face, and swaggered towards the sand dunes.

The two bandits naturally regarded He Daqing as one of their own. They waited for He Daqing to come in, then lowered their voices and said:

"Pig butcher, what are you doing here?

Squat down, squat down.

Does the boss have any more instructions?"

He Daqing saw that they had recognized the wrong person, so he was naturally not stupid enough to refute. Instead, he nodded, squatted down, stretched out his hand to gesture to the two of them, and asked them to come closer.

The two bandits put their heads close together. He Daqing grabbed one of them by the head with one hand and hit it hard.

The huge force caused the two bandits to pass out without even a scream.

He grabbed two skinny bandits and walked towards the camp as if he was carrying garbage.

He Daqing's figure appeared within the range of the fire, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the camp.

The guards looked at the uninvited guest in He Daqing's hand and immediately tightened their weapons.

The leading guard frowned and asked He Daqing.

"He Daqing, what's going on?"

He Daqing threw the two bandits into the sand.

"Tied them up and gagged them.

We've been targeted by a gang of murderous bandits, and these two are here to investigate.

There are about fifteen people behind the mound about one kilometer away.

The number should be about the same, as they had seventeen horses in total.

Guess what I saw?

They wore hats with the blue sky and white sun emblem..."

The professors all gasped in unison, and the timid ones even huddled together for warmth.

An inexplicable glow flashed on the faces of several guards, and the leading guard was overjoyed.

"Great, they must be the remnants of Ma Bufang.

This group of beasts have been killing and robbing everywhere near Lop Nur, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

We sent out a large number of troops to encircle and suppress them, but each time we came back empty-handed. Today we finally caught them."

The guards began checking the weapons, ten minutes later.

He Daqing naturally took control of the conversation and led the guards, sneaking towards the mound.

After He Daqing knocked out the two secret sentries, there was not even a fight, and all the bandits in the camp became prisoners.